"Oh, I think this is a little worse than you lying to me. Although less bad in the immediate present, admittedly." After all, Lazar never took well to being lied to. "Open your mouth, boy."

When Raphael listened, he forced the tip of his boot into his mouth, mostly because he enjoyed the visual. From the look on the still recovering Sam's phase, he was enjoying that visual a lot less. All the better.

"What you've done, my boy, what you're doing? It's lying to yourself. You don't even know what you've just given me, do you? Use your tongue, boy. I know where those boots have been, I want it cleaned."